The Quiet Man Page #3

Who gave you leave to be kissin me?

- So you can talk?

- Yes, I can, I will, and I do.

Its more than talk youll be gettin

if you step closer.

- Dont worry. Youve got a wallop.

- Youll get over it, Im thinkin.

Some things a man doesnt get over so easily.

Like what supposin?

Like the sight of a girl coming through the fields,

with the sun on her hair.

- Kneeling in church, with a face like a saint.

- Saint, indeed.

And now, coming to a mans house

to clean it for him.

But...that was just my way

of bein a good Christian act.

I know it was, Mary Kate Danaher,

and it was nice of you.

Not at all.

- Hello.

- Good morning, Mr Thornton.

- How are you, Fa..Doctor...

- No, no. Mr.

And on formal occasions,

the Reverend Mr Playfair.

And this is Mrs Playfair.

(MRS PLAYFAIR):
Well, Mr Thornton.

You are a wonder.

It looks the way all the Irish cottages

should...and so seldom do.

And only an American

would have thought of emerald green.

- Red is more durable.

- And the roses! How nice.

Youll need lots of horse manure.

Fertiliser, I mean. Horse is the best.

Oh, I brought you a plant.

You know, a primrose by a rivers brink.

Brim, not brink.

The next line ends in hymn.

Poets are so silly, arent they?

Oh, I hope youre not one, Mr Thornton.

- Oh no, maam, I...

- Thornton.

Theres a familiar ring to it.

Ring to it... Thornton...

Its a common name.

Thank you for the plant, Mrs Playfair,

this is damn...darn...awfully nice of you.

Oh?

Its a bed. Excuse me.

- Morning.

- (MAN):
Thats a fine big bed, Mr Thornton.

Biggest one I could find.

Is that a bed or a parade ground?

Oh, a mand have to be a sprinter

to catch his wife in a bed like that.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Whoa!

Mr Flynn... And what are you

all dressed up for, Michaleen Oge?

I ha...

- I have come...

- Oh, I can see that.

- But from whose pub was it?

- P...pub?

Youve a tongue like an adder.

I go about me own business,

and tell Thorn Seanton

hes well off without you.

Wait a minute. What was that?

Well, if you listened

and not be interruptin the matchmaker.

I have come...

- ...at the request of Thorn Seanton...

- Sean Thornton.

Shut up.

...bachelor, and party of the first part...

...to ask of you, strictly and formally, here...

...Mary Kate Danaher, spinster...

...and party to the second part...

Well?. Go on, you were sayin?

Me mouth is like a dry crust,

and the sun is that hot, and me pate...

Would you be steppin into the parlour?

The house may belong to my brother,

but whats in the parlour belongs to me.

I will then, and I hope theres a bottle there,

whoever it belongs to.

It could be.

You have a fine, steady hand.

To good bargaining.

To resume:

- The party of the first part...

- Thats him.

...has instructed me to enquire

before enterin into formal negotiations...

- ...whether the party to the second part...

- Thats me.

...thinks kindly of the general idea,

or in his own words...American, eh...

- ...eh, yes, he wants to know if you go for it.

- Go for it?

- And if you do, hell speak to your brother.

- That wont be easy.

Oh, as well I know it.

Hed as soon put his fist into my teeth

as bid me the time of the day.

What did Sean...the party of the first part,

say about my fortune?

He says he doesnt give it...

He says its a matter of

complete indifference to him.

- He did?

- He says he doesnt give a sh...

He says its all one to him if you come

in the clothes on your back, or without them.

Oh, he did, did he? Well.

A fine opinion he must have of me, if he thinks

Id go to any man without a proper fortune.

And this you may tell

your Mr Party of the first part:

When I wed, whatevers my own, goes with me.

Get up, little man.

And all this furniture is mine.

And I have that china, and linen,

and 50 pounds in gold my father left me,

and my mothers rings, brooches,

my grandmothers veil, her silver comb...

Thirty pounds odd in notes and silver

Ive earned these past 15 years, thats all.

Youre a well propertied woman.

I wouldnt mind marryin you meself.

Eh, whered you leave the bottle?

And Id have you tell him, that Im no pauper

to be going to him in my shift.

# Lo, young May moon is beamin love

# The glow of ones lamp is gleamin love

# How sweet to row through Mourners Grove

# While the drowsy world is dreamin...

- You know The Peter And The Ghost.?

- I do not.

- Neither do I.

- Could you use a little water in your whiskey?

When I drink whiskey, I drink whiskey,

and when I drink water, I drink water.

Back to business now.

What answer will I give Sean Thornton,

Mary Kate Danaher?

Well, you can tell him from me that...

...that I go for it.

# Heres to steal a few hours from the night

# My dear

- How do I look?

- You look fine.

- Hey, what do I say?

- Ill do all the talkin.

- And Im suppose to stand here like a dummy?

- Shh, now.

- Will, theres someone coming to call.

- Who?

Its... well...

Its Michaleen Oge Flynn,

and theres a gentleman with him.

Here, Will, put on your coat.

Will Danaher, theyre comin to the front door.

Since when has the back door

been not good enough?

- (MICHALEEN):
God bless all in this house.

- (SEAN):
Good evening.

(MICHALEEN):
Miss Danaher,

wed like a word with your brother.

Come on in so, and welcome.

Easy now!

Mr Sean Thornton, bachelor,

meet Miss Mary Kate Danaher, spinster.

Miss Danaher, meet Mr Thornton

from Pittsburgh, Massachusetts, USA.

- Good evening, Miss Danaher.

- This...

This way, please.

- Eh, this is my brother...

- Leave the room.

- But...

- I said, leave the room.

- Yes, Will.

- Sit down, thats what chairs are for.

- If youve come for supper, youre late.

- Gracious invitation, but thank you, no.

I dont suppose theres a drop in the house.

- Help yourself to the buttermilk.

- Buttermilk? The Borgias would do better.

Well come with your permission

to the object of this visit.

Youve noticed, I presume,

that Im wearin my official black coat.

I have. For your dead friend here.

(WILL):
I need no trouble

to arrange any marriages for me.

I see. Youve been making fine progress

with widow Tillane in the last ten years.

- Is that what youve come to talk about?

- I have not.

- Ive come to talk about your sister and him.

- Aw, get out.

If he was the last man

on the face of the earth, Id still say no.

- Now just a minute.

- If its a question of the girls fortune...

Why, if itd be a shilling piece

he wanted with her...

- ...Id still say no.

- Come on, Michaleen. I told you so.

- Ill explain it to her myself.

- Hey, Yank, Ill count three.

If youre not out of the house by then,

Ill loose the dogs on you.

If you say three,

youll never hear the man count ten.

- Oh, Mary Kate, we tried.

- Well see him again some other time.

I thank you anyway,

Sean Thornton, for the asking.

You dont think this changes anything?

Its what you say that counts, not him.

Now, now, Sean.

Youve gone too far, thats enough.

Say, what is this?

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